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Friday, June 27, 2014

“Amanda? I’m sorry, am I boring you?” Henry Smiley’s voice
was sincere and concerned… as usual, Amanda thought with a pang of disgust.

She immediately regretted
it, feeling guilty. Most women would give their right arm to be engaged to a
man like Henry Smiley. There were so many women who were neglected or abused by
men who treated them like they were nothing but property—she was fortunate to
have found a man as decent and morally upstanding as Henry, who treated her as
an equal and respected her opinion, and she knew it. And she was grateful—not
just because her was wealthy and cultured and good looking, but because he did
treat her like a human being and an important part of his life instead of a
possession or a servant. It was just that he could be so predictable… so
inhibited… so…

“Boring? No, dear,
not at all,” she sighed patronizingly. It was their last night together before
she was off to the country to visit her parents for two weeks, and Amanda had
been hoping for a grand romantic evening, followed by a night of passion that
would satisfy her desires until she got back. Instead, she was getting yet
another night at the opera, followed by another chaste kiss goodnight before they
parted. “You know I find your work… fascinating.”

He beamed with
pride, ready as always to lecture his enraptured fiancée. “Well, it’s simple
really—when it’s ready the potion will magnify the positive aspects of my
personality. If I’m successful, we’ll be able to manufacture a perfect
personality for everyone. Think of it—a world where every man and woman has
infinite patience and tolerance… where criminals can be instantly, chemically
rehabilitated into society, where every child can be brought up to be a morally
upstanding citizen as easily as administering a dose of cough medication!”

“Mmmm… riveting,”
said Amanda, whose mind, as usual was wandering toward naughtier things. Would
that Henry was just a little more wild, she thought, admiring his masculine
build with a smirk. I bet he’d bent me over this bench, hike up my dress, pull
down my knickers and give it to me right now…

She giggled at
her naughtiness. She knew it wasn’t lady-like, but what harm did a little
daydreaming do? It wasn’t likely to make the transition to reality any time
soon, she thought with a heavy sigh. She began looking over the nearby
test-tubes with a dispassionate eye. Each one had some characteristic or trait
printed on the side: One said Intelligence, and next to it was Muscle Mass.
Decency, she read, going down the line, Conscience, Confidence… hello, what
have we here?

She inspected the
vial of green fluid in its stand, clearly labeled Libido. She smirked to
herself. It was devious, she knew, but how could she resist the urge to create
the perfect fiancée? She reached out toward the vial.

“Just a moment,
my love,” feeling for the vial with her free hand as she turned towards the
door to answer him. Without looking down, she opened it and started pouring it
into Henry’s concoction. “I’m just… looking for an ear-ring I dropped!”

She finished,
satisfied with herself… but when she was putting the vial back, she realized she’d
made a mistake. “Wait a second, what’s this? ‘Paternal Instinct,’” she read
aloud. She placed it gently back in its place, then took the correct tube and
gave Henry’s potion a good shot, paused for thought, then added another shot
with a smirk. She placed it back on the shelf and hurried up the stairs to meet
Henry for another dreary night at the opera—not making out in Henry’s private
box, as usual, she thought with a sigh.

The Opera had
been a bore, as usual. Amanda sat up straight and fought off the urge to nap by
fantasizing about the hot tenor in his tight pants. I swear, I don’t know
what’s gotten into me tonight, she thought, scolding herself for her improper
and unladylike thoughts. She’d been feeling randy, recently, there was no
doubt… and Henry, the big jerk, had been the perfect gentleman as always, never
even trying to take advantage. Didn’t he understand that she was going away?
Wasn’t he even a little sorry to see her go?

She studied him
in the dim opera box, riveted to the stage as usual. When she’d first met him,
she’d found him attractive—knowing that he came from a good family, had money,
an education and a respectable, profitable trade had certainly helped. But the
thing that ultimately drew her to him was the sense that there was something
dangerous lurking beneath… something wild, that could set free the thing she
had alwaysknow lurked inside of her…

What a joke, she
thought bitterly, giving half-hearted applause with the rest of the audience as
the aria wrapped up. She sighed… it was going to be a long night.

The rest of the
evening had been sort of a bust.

Amanda, who had
been frosty all evening, turned positively icy when she suggested skipping
dinner to go straight back to her place for “dessert” (Henry, who had missed
the implication as usual, reminded her that they had reservations, and they
would have to hurry to make them.) She’d refused to talk during dinner and had
retreated into her apartment from the carriage without saying goodnight.

When he finally
returned to his lab, Henry stared at the formula in the beaker despondently,
then turned away. Although he loved Amanda, he just couldn’t figure out how to
make her happy. Would it get any easier after they were married? Probably not,
he realized sadly-- he was likely going to go through the rest of his life
never living up to what she wanted him to be.

Except…

There was the
formula. The serum had been designed to sharpen his mind and enhance his
senses… could it possibly provide some fresh insight?

That, or drive him stark raving mad…He’d
checked and re-checked the calculations; he knew it was as ready as it would
ever be… but this was totally unknown territory he was walking into. Every
component had to be measured carefully—if they weren’t, who knew what
catastrophic changes his personality would undergo? The problem was: who knew
for sure what the right proportions were in something nobody had ever tried
before?

Yet he knew it had
to be tested on himself first; that was it was his risk to take and his ethical
responsibility to bear… especially if something went wrong. Perhaps he was just
nervous about taking the first step into the unknown… and was it his
imagination, or had the color changed? Yes, he thought he could see it when he
held the liquid up to the light—a little flare of green that he was sure wasn’t
there before. He stared at it for a quarter of an hour, cursing his hesitation…
and cowardice.

Steeling himself,
he brought the beaker to his lips and drank deeply…

He sat and
waited… who knew how long it would take to work (or if it even worked at all?)
Fifteen minutes crawled by, a half an hour and nothing. Was it even something
you’d notice, he wondered? Would one even be able to detect a shift in one’s
own personality? Maybe it’ll be something subtle… or gradual, slowly revealing
itself over a number of days?

Fire… it came
upon him all at once—a burning in his veins like lava pumping through his
heart. He opened his mouth, tried to scream… but before he could even utter a
noise, his brain was burning, and he was on his back on the floor, writhing in
agony so intense he couldn’t even force himself to utter a sound. He made an
attempt to claw his way across the floor, but made it only a few feet before
his muscles locked up. His entire body went painfully ridged, muscles and bones
locked into position. Behind his eyes, his brain burned, and inside him,
something screamed and chewed its way through its bonds.

At last,
mercifully, he lost consciousness…

He awoke a couple
of hours later, clawing his way back to the waking world. He had no idea how
long he’d been out, but the rays of the sun were falling through the window to
his office, scalding him awake. He opened his eyes and gave a cry, the light
burning them like open sores in his face. He rolled desperately back into the
shadows, crying with relief as they doused the burning. He staggered to his
feet unsteadily, his ears ringing. He could hear small noises… somebody was
humming. It took him a moment to realize it wasn’t in his head, but Constance,
the maid, humming to herself as she cleaned in some far corner of the house.

His eyes were
adjusting to the light… Smiley reached for his glasses, discovered they only
made things blurry. Taking them off, he realized his vision had seemingly
corrected itself. He felt something inside him—an itch he couldn’t scratch, a
hunger he’d never had before. Or had he and simply always denied it existed?

Smiley slowly
walked from the room, moving toward the sound of Constance’s humming…

Constance swayed
her hips gently as she dusted, singing softly to herself and thinking about her
impending lunch break. Even with her long blonde hair tied up in a bun and her
soft, petite curves hidden beneath her conservative maid’s uniform she was
still a radiantly lovely young woman. Employed by Dr. Smiley for only a few
weeks now, Constance found her employer to be a kind and respectful man, if
somewhat shy and utterly devoted to that fiancé of his. Too bad, Constance
thought—after years of being pawed by her piggish, married employers, she’d
finally found one she’d actually like to be with and he was true blue. She
sighed and continued her dusting.

She wasn’t sure
how long he was there before she noticed his presence, but there he was
suddenly, like a shadow on the wall. She turned with a startled gasp and found
the doctor staring at her… just watching her from the doorway with the
strangest expression on his face.

“Oh! Hello,
Doctor,” she said brightly to him before going back to her work. Cold fish or
not, Dr. Smiley was the best boss Constance had ever had, and she was always
careful to work extra hard when he was around.

Smiley stalked
silently across the floor of the library, his eyes fixed on the back of her
long, supple neck. He couldn’t explain it, didn’t know how he’d missed it
before, but when he looked at Constance now, he saw not his employee, a woman
who had worked with him for almost two months now and proven herself an
excellent addition to the staff… a wonderful girl with a sweet personality and
a bright, open manner…

But now, all he
could focus on was the smell, the delicious scent emanating from her direction.
Not her perfume or the soap she used…. Beneath all that, he could detect the
smell of her sweat, and the scent of her body beneath it… it intoxicated him,
pulling him across the floor toward her, until he was almost on top of her.

Constance froze
when she felt his shadow fall across her. She knew she should turn to face him,
but she was paralyzed, both thrilled to be so close to the man she had a crush
on, and suddenly, inexplicably frightened—he was acting so out of character,
she couldn’t help feeling a little disturbed. She stiffened, feeling him place
his hands gently on her hips.

“Constance…” he said, his voice deep and rich.
It was a statement… like he was rolling the word around on his tongue to see
how he liked it. He studied her neck, elegant and smooth and begging to be
kissed.

He leaned
forward. “You look delicious,” he murmured, and she stiffened a little,
expecting to feel his mouth on her…

…Instead, he took
a long, slow sniff. Constance felt surprised and amused and a strange, tingling
embarrassment… there was something about it that seemed both shockingly bestial
and invasive about it, like he was an animal sniffing at his prey…

…So why was she
getting so wet?

He sniffed a
little lower, and then a little lower still, working his way down her spine…
Constance caught her breath when he paused near her bottom, giving a few long
sniffs before returning to an upright position behind her. In spite of herself,
Constance began feeling aroused. He looped an arm around her, robbing her soft
belly through her uniform.

“Constance,” he
said huskily, “when was the last time I gave you a panty inspection?”

Her eyes widened.
Was he serious? She wanted to turn around and look him in the face, but she was
still frozen… worst of all, she felt herself going gooey at the thought. “A…
did you say a panty inspection, sir?”

“Mmmm,” he
murmured in affirmation, still lightly rubbing her belly slowly and lightly,
his hand trailing further downward with each pass.

“Well,” said Dr.
Smiley, reaching around to enfold her tiny digits in his massive palm, “I guess
that means you’re probably overdue for one, right?” he said, leading her across the
room to the plush couch in the center.

Constance trailed
behind him in a daze. She’s just been thinking about how she’d enjoy a little
‘special attention’ from her employer—and this is what happens? She felt like
she should stand up to him… felt that the idea of a “panty inspection” was
demeaning to her as a grown woman… but that same nervous/sexy tickle she’d felt
before kept her silent and compliant as he pulled her face-down over his lap.
Dazed, she had a sudden, embarrassing revelation that she was in perfect
spanking position, and she frantically shot him a panicked look over her
shoulder. He chuckled, taking the hem of her skirt and raising it up her thighs
and over her bottom, until it rested on her back. Her white bloomer clad bottom
was stuck-up high in the air behind her, quivering and vulnerable, and her
cheeks burned as he gave each buttock a few firm pats through the seat of her
bloomers. “Better lay still,” he chuckled, like he was reading her mind.
“You’re in the perfect position for a good spanking.” He firmly patted both
cheeks demonstratively, making her squeal and kick her legs.

Without another
word, he put his fingers inside the waistband of her bloomers and pulled them
down over her squirming derriere, down her legs and into a puddle at her
ankles. He spent a few moments admiring her lily white rump as is squirmed
across his lap. He stroked and patted and pinched each tender cheek, savoring
their downy softness. Constance twitched and squirmed across his lap, part of
her wanting him to stop—and part of her wishing that she could stay there, draped
over his knee like a bratty schoolgirl forever. She mewed softly and rubbed her
thighs together, praying he wouldn’t notice how wet her pussy was getting. It
was embarrassing, but nice, too, and she murmured and sighed in response to his
teasing and caressing

Finally, he
retrieved the undergarment from the floor and brought it up for a closer
inspection. “Oh dear,” she heard him tisk, making her blush, “I can see we’ve
got our work cut out for us,” he said. “I can tell just by glancing that the
crotch is stained,” he said, making her ears burn, “and I see a big brown
streak at the back here, too,” he chided. Constance was so embarrassed, she thought
for a moment that she might literally die. She woken late that morning, had
been forced to rush through her daily routine… including her usual BM—now she
was paying the price for her carelessness. She was absolutely mortified when
Henry took the panties and used them as a cloth, wiping her pussy before
starting on her butt-crack in order to get her clean. “Hmmm, just as I
thought”, he said to himself, folding them over and going for another pass at
her butt-crack. “You’re very messy down here, young lady,” he informed
Constance, making her squirm and blush. What she’d wanted to last forever just
moments ago now couldn’t end fast enough. Over her sexy bosses lap so she could
get her butt wiped for her, and on the one day she hadn’t had time to clean
herself properly properly: If it wasn’t Constance’s most embarrassing moment,
it would do.

“I can see that I
have my work cut out for me with you, little girl,” Smiley told her, making her
blood run cold. He took a final pass at her rump with the cloth and inspected
it before declaring her clean and tossing the bloomers into the wastebasket.
Constance let out a squeak of protest, but he just chuckled in response:
“You’re not going to be wearing anything like that again for a while, my dear,”
he said softly. He snaked his left arm around her waist and held her gently in
place, then patted her bare bum, all pink and jiggling and vulnerable. She
looked over her shoulder at him frantically, wanting to beg him to both stop
and continue at the same time.

“I know you want
to be a good girl for me, Constance,” Henry said, bringing his palm down
quickly across her bottom with a noisy crack. She chewed her lip… it wasn’t very
painful, really more of an icy-hot prickle—at least for the moment. But again,
the humiliation of the situation—dangling over the knee of an attractive man
she not only knew and worked for, but that she nursed a serious crush on— was
almost too much for her. She opened her mouth to protest, but couldn’t force
herself to say anything.

Another swat
fell, and then another, and another. His pace was slow and deliberate, giving
her plenty of time to think about the heat slowly building in her hindquarters.
She knew it was naughty of her, knew that she should cry out for him to stop…
but she couldn’t. She knew she shouldn’t be enjoying the shame of being a grown
woman getting spanked over her boss’ lap like an unruly four year old… but she
was. Most of all, she realized that she shouldn’t be sopping wet between the
legs from having her hindquarters summarily roasted by his large, firm palm…
but she could feel herself practically dripping back there.

The heat and
sting continued to build, the icy prickle becoming warmer every second.
Constance was kicking now, her legs scissoring in the air behind her. She
started to emit little involuntary yelps and squeals in time with the clapping
of his broad palm against her tushy. She writhed and wriggled on his lap,
thrilled by the sensation of grinding her bare pussy against his thigh while
his lovely, firm hand made her buns blaze behind her. Periodically, he would
stop to rub and squeeze her bottom firmly, and it was all Constance could do to
keep from reaching down to play with herself.

By the time he
stopped, Dr. Smiley had scorched Constance’s backside and lit a warm, glowing
bonfire in her loins. He allowed her to lay across his lap for a moment, sighing
and cooing contented.

Henry furrowed
his brow… the spanking had been marvelous, and the aftermath was delightful.
But he still felt unsatisfied, like there was something missing. Looking down
at Constance’s reddened bottom, he knew that her slate had been cleaned, her
naughtiness absolved. He wanted very much to provide her with some after-care…
needed to, in fact, help her sooth and cool her bottom.

At last, he
patted her butt and ordered her to her feet. He turned her away from him, took
the hem of her skirt, lifted it and tucked it into the waistband, grinning at
the site of her spanked tushy, shiny and red as an apple. “I want you to plant
yourself in that corner young lady,” he said, pointing, “hands on your head and
no rubbing. Come on, now; don’t dawdle,” he said, delivering a brisk swat to
her vulnerable bare bottom. She leapt into the air with a squawk and hustled
over to where he had indicated, lacing her fingers together on top of her head,
vividly aware of her naked bum, all red and spanked and on display for anyone
who might happen by. She heard him rise, but didn’t dare turn around.

“I’ll be back soon,”
he said sternly, “I want you to wait there until I return… then your punishment
will be over,” he said, smiling when he saw her relax.

She listened to
his footsteps departing and sighed, wondering how long she was going to have to
wait for him.

Henry staggered
into the bathroom, short on breath. What had happened down there? He struggled
to find his focus, to stop himself, to try and think rationally, for god’s
sake! He splashed his face with cold water and stared at himself in the mirror,
shocked by the leering, animalistic features staring back at him. Wasn’t it the
face he’d know his entire life, the one he saw in the mirror every morning?
Yes… but the expression was all wrong, sharp and mocking and predatory. He had
the distinct sensation of something not quite human lurking behind his eyes…

He closed his
eyes, suddenly nauseous. He felt a sudden pang of guilt for what he’d done to
poor Constance… and Amanda, he moaned… how can I ever look at her sweet face
again after…

Against his will,
he thought of the sensation of his palm clapping against Constance’s tiny,
jiggling buns, of the warmth of her body across his lap, and the satisfaction
of watching her bottom go from white and unblemished to a sore, angry red.
Henry squeezed his eyes shut, trying to drown it out, but it was too late, all
he could hear was the slow, rhythmic slap of his palm against her vulnerable
bare bottom, his raging manhood throbbing in time with it.

It wasn’t enough,
he realized.

He thought of
Constance, of her tiny little body and her sweet, shy manor, and all at once he
knew he must possess her. Not in the sense of marriage, not even in a sexual
sense (not entirely, anyway.) Henry tried to think rationally, but found only
one thought pounding like a headache: He had to make Constance his… he had to
protect her from the cold, hard world beyond the walls of his home, and nurture
her against its cruelties. He needed her to understand how powerless she was…
that it really was for her own good.

He tore the
bathroom apart until he found a cooling salve for Constance’s roasted tushy.
He’d also uncovered a handful of safety pins, which he turned over in his hand,
inspecting them, trying to think of what they reminded him of…

He slid them into
his pocket, not entirely sure what he intended to do with them. He turned to
leave… but on the way out, the towel hanging on the wall near the shower caught
his eye. Henry walked over to it stiffly, took its material in his hand and
felt it between his fingers, savoring she soft, sensual fluffiness of it. He
felt the towel with one hand, reached into his pocket with the other and
started running his thumb over the safety pins… and knew what he had to do.

Gathering the
towel under his arm, he took the cream in his free hand and started back toward
the library.

Constance shifted
from foot to foot, waiting for the Doctor to return. She squirmed and wriggled
in place… her tushy wasn’t all that sore, but not being allowed to rub the
sting away was slowly driving her mad. She shuffled and wiggled her bottom
behind her, trying to use the air to cool it down. She briefly considered
stealing a rub, but heard his footsteps returning… Damn, she thought, waited
too long and missed my opportunity!

She heard him enter
and shut the door behind him. She expected to hear him address her… but
instead, she just heard him pacing back and forth a bit, occasionally moving
something around. Eventually she stole a glance over her shoulder, saw him re-arranging
a couple of pillows on the couch, but she quickly turned back to the corner
before she got caught… and spanked again (Constance tried, unsuccessfully, to
deny her excitement at the thought of going over his knee again.)

With her stomach
doing nervous summersaults inside her, Constance turned away from the corner
and came toward him slowly, vividly aware of her bare butt blazing behind her.
She stood before him and looked up at him nervously, not entirely sure what to
expect. She stiffened when he reached out toward her, wrapping his powerful arms
around her and pulling her tightly to his chest. She hesitated only for a
moment before melting into him, resting her head against him. He was so strong,
his arms around her made her feel like glass. He bent down and kissed the top
of her head… Constance moaned.

“Does it hurt
much, sweetheart?”

“A-a little,” she
stammered.

He made a
sympathetic noise. “Poor baby,” he said softly, reaching down to rub her bottom
for her. “I’m sorry I had to do that.” He pulled back a bit; taking her chin gently
between his thumb and forefinger, he tilted her head back so he could look into
her amber colored eyes. “You know it was only because I care about you… don’t
you?”

“Y-yes doctor,”
she said softly.

“Good girl,” he
said, bending down to kiss her lips. “Come,” he said, taking her hand and
leading her toward the couch once more. She went along nervously, noting that
he’d stacked a pair of pillows in the middle. He kneeled down and tugged her
skirt off entirely before helping her get her shoes off, and finally her
stockings, leaving her bare below the waist. “Put your tummy here,” he said
patting the cushions. Constance complied, slowly draping herself over the downy-soft
pillows, very conscious of her bare bottom sticking up in the air behind her,
glowing like a pink moon. She let out a gasp when he bent down to kiss it.

She gave a little
cry when the cool cream first hit her burning bottom, then let out a liquidy
moan when he started working it into her seat. She oooed and ahhed, suspended
between discomfort and relief. It hurts so bad… but it feels sooooo good, she
thought to herself, heeling herself getting moist again.

“Is that nice,
honey?” he asked, gently rubbing and kneading her tiny, round buttocks with his
big, strong hands.

“Ooh… yes sir,”
she said lazily, stretching herself out… a girl could certainly get used to
this kind of treatment.

He massaged the
cream into her buttocks until he’d worked it into her skin. She noticed his
fingers drifting between her legs to play with her pussy, and Constance eagerly
spread her thighs with a groan. All her modesty had been set aside, and she was
desperate for a release. “Please… oh please,” she sighed, feeling his fingers
probing her depths and tickling her soft, fat little bud.

He entered her
from behind, suddenly, but slowly and sweetly. Constance, her restraint, her
sense of shame and modesty abandoned, was more than happy to give in to him and
let him have his beautifully wicked way with her.

Once they’d
finished Constance was like putty, compliantly laying back and allowing him to
clean her off with his usual gentle care. Once he had her all clean and
glistening, he patted her tummy and gave her a serious look. “Constance,” he
said sternly, “I’m still very concerned about your personal hygiene… there’s no
reason for a big girl like you to have a dirty bum like that.”

She said nothing,
merely blushing and wishing the couch would swallow her up—and worst of all,
she knew he was right. He continued: “So from now on, I’m going to be keeping
track of how clean you are down there, missy. So to help me do that, I’ve got
something special here for you to wear…

“Lift your
bottom, that’s a good girl,” Henry said, taking her ankles and lifting them
suddenly into the air above her, making her squawk as her naked butt came into
view. Almost as quickly as she’d been lifted, Constance felt herself replaced
flat on the couch… but now something felt different—there was no longer the
soft cushions of the couch beneath the tender cheeks of her squirming bottom,
she realized, but something thick between them, like a pad of some sort.

She lifted her
head when she felt something pulled up tight between her legs, but she was too
late—he’d already pulled the sides tight and fastened one side with a safety
pin, followed closely by the other. And like that, Constance found herself
swaddled in a towel, like a baby in a giant diaper!

She gaped down at
herself disbelieving at first, then looked up at Dr. Smiley, sure it was all some
kind of joke.

His expression
froze all questions in her throat and made it clear that it was no laughing
matter. He reached out, touching her hair gently. “This is how I want you
dressed around the house at all times from now on, Constance,” he said firmly. “I’ll
be making random nappy cheeks from now on… if you resist, you’re going to get a
spanking.”

Constance
listened, wide eyed, her heart fluttering as he continued: “of course, touching
your nappies yourself is forbidden. If you have to use the toilet, you must
come and find me and ask me to take you… otherwise you’ll be expected to use
your diaper.

“You may not
change your diaper, but also you won’t be punished for having accidents, since
that’s only to be expected of a girl like you. You may wear panties outside of
the house, however these will be inspected for cleanliness upon your return,
and any stains, specks, or streaks will be met with a spanking. Is all of that
clear, darling?”

Constance’s mouth
hung open—she wanted to shout, to rebel, to take this horrible nappy off and
throw it in his face!

At least, that’s how
she told herself she should feel. The truth was, his little arrangement sounded
quite appealing to her. Could it hurt to at least try it? She finally forced
out a shaky “y-y-yeas sir.” To which Henry smiled and admonished her:

“Call me Daddy,
sweetheart.”

“O-OK—D-D-Daddy,”
she whispered, making her heart leap in her chest. He chuckled and helped her
to her feet.

“Good girl. Let’s
have a look at you,” he said, spinning her around about to inspect her diapered
bottom. “So pretty,” he said, rising and wrapping her up in another big hug. He
closed his eyes and breathed in her scent. He could feel her tiny heart
pounding against him.

“Now: you’ve had
a big day, so I think you should go and have a little nap… I’ll come and wake
you in a little while. OK?” he touched her cheek softly and watched her blush.

“OK… daddy,” she
said quietly.

Constance tuned
and waddled away...Smiley couldn’t resist
giving her padded tushy a little pat as she padded off towards her room.

I tried posting this from my kindle, evidently it didn't work for some reason or other. I am definitely enjoying this story and I hope you continue soon. I like the way you write the sex scenes, tactful yet naughty at the same time. Although I am more a fan of disposables than cloth the story you have written so far as me more than intrigued. Please continue.

Normally, I like to use a mix of disposables and cloth, but since this is Victorian London, I figured I better try and get at least one period detail right and stick with cloth. However, with his medical know how and new found abilities, maybe Dr. Smiley could invent something...

Surrogate Mother

All poor Kymberly Jane wants is to find a place to live, and landlady Clare Fonda's offer seems too good to be true: a clean place in a nice neighborhood... absolutely free! It's not until she gets there that Clare explains the catch: Kymberly must dress and act like a baby for two hours a day-- and let Clare be her mommy! Kym reluctantly agrees... but it isn't long before Clare has her in diapers and cute baby clothes all day long! Will Kymberly escape... or will she wind up playing Clare's reluctant Adult Baby forever? Find out in Surrogate mother! Click here for a preview.

Diaper Desperation starring Alexa Paige

Can beautiful Alexa Paige win my bet by keeping her diaper clean until 5:00? Find out in Diaper Desperation! Check out a quick preview here.

Mommy Dearest: An Illustrated Story

After they're spanked by their snotty, gold-digging stepmother Krystal, sexy 18-year-old twins Chloe and Carrie vow to get their revenge. By the night of her birthday, six months later, Krystal believes that the incident is behind them. She doesn't suspect that the twins have spent the time plotting, preparing, and waiting for the right moment to spring their trap. Krystal's birthday is going to be a night to remember-- just not the way she'd intended...

Diaper Pins: An ABDL Art Book

Ludalla Hahn: Caught In Diapers!

With her roommate out for the night, world renown Pin-Up model Ludella Hahn is looking forward to a quiet evening alone. She's delighted when she discovers someone's sent her a present-- but delight turns to confusion when she finds that the package contains baby powder, a Nuk 5 adult pacifier, and a bundle of Aww So Cute adult diapers! Initially dismissive, Ludalla's curiosity gets the better of her... she can't resist... she has to try one of the diapers!

Ludella crawls on the floor and plays around in her pampers... but just when she's starting to get into it, her roommate pops in unexpectedly! Poor Ludella discovers that going back into to diapers was easier than getting back out again! Check out the full preview here.

The Governess Trilogy

With their parents out of town, beautiful, bratty sisters Kymberly Jane and Veronica Ricci are ready to indulge in a little debauchery. They’re in for the shock of their lives when stern Governess Syren DeMer lands on their doorstep and quickly takes charge. Their parents have entrusted Syren with their daughters’ wellbeing, and she’s going to make sure they walk the straight and narrow, even if it means employing every weapon in her arsenal. If Kym and Veronica can’t behave like proper adults, Syren is going to take them back to basics. And when spankings accompanied by drop seat PJ’s and little girl dresses with matching training panties don’t do the job, Syren sends the girls all the way back to diapers…

Each part contains spanking and age play elements, with all three chapters combining into a 90 minute epic! Check below for info on the individual chapters:

The Crybaby Match 3: Randy Moore Vs. Akira Lane

Which of these beautiful women will wind up in diapers?

This time, it's Ravishing Randy Moore versus Luscious Akira Lane! Watch them go round and round in a savage struggle for dominance, each determined to spank the other into submission. The butts get redder as the shorts come off... but who will wind up diapered for her next match? Click here for details.

Little Miss Smarty Pants

Lina is a scientist working with her boyfriend Alex on a top secret intelligence enhancer. When she impulsively tests the compound on herself, Lina finds her cognitive abilities growing in leaps and bounds. But when she starts having "accidents" without warning, Lina discovers that the formula may have carried with it some unforeseen side effects... can she discover a cure or will she wind up the world's smartest Adult Baby? On Sale Now On Lulu!

Kym Vs. Sinn: The Crybaby Match 2

Since our last match, poor Kymberly, devastated by her loss and public humiliation, has become a whiny little crybaby. She pouts and whines when things don’t go her way… but she’s been training hard for her rematch, desperate to prove her worth. Sinn, on the other hand, has allowed her win to go to her head… she lords her victory over the embarrassed Kym; but she’s been slacking off at the gym– her overconfidence could prove her undoing… On sale now in WAV and MP4 formats. Check out a preview here.

KYMBERLY JANE VS. SINN SAGE: THE CRYBABY MATCH

(Scripted by your humble host!) Kym and Sinn agree to a spanking submission match with an unusual stipulation-- the winner gets to diaper the loser-- and she has to wear it in her next match! On Sale Now! See previews here , here, and here.

XARA SLATER: SPACE BABE

A spoof/homage to blockbuster Sci-Fi Space Operas like Star Wars and Alien, it tells the story of Xara Slater, arrogant captain of the Starship Aphrodite, and her long suffering AI assistant, D.A.D.I. (Dysoncorp Advanced Dynamic Intelligence System). Left without food following a major battle, they are forced to land on an unexplored planet and forage for something to eat. Xara thinks she's hit the jackpot when she discovers a new species of berry, sweet and tasty. But the berries have some interesting properties-- dire side effects that lead to an embarrassing digestive disaster for the young captain, forcing DADI to take drastic measures.

POWER PRINCESS

Arrogant, obnoxious Superheroine and reality TV star Power Princess faces the most dangerous threat of her career: The Wet Nurse! Will Power Princess save the day... or wind up a helpless Adult Baby? On Sale Now!

Prisoner Of the Mechanical Nursery!

Tatiana Belanova: Industrial spy and saboteur for hire. Hired to get the scoop on Nannytech international's automated nursery project, she meets with some unexpected resistance, and becomes the nursery's unwilling test subject...

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